Poetry

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~ Going Home ~

My Spirit knows how to find my Father’s house
for I knew His voice when I was in His bosom.
His thought His very Word created me
into me He breathed His life.

I heard my Father call my name
“It is time to come home” my child.
My angel shall guide your footsteps
my Glory shall illuminate the way
now you shall be with me forever.


In our Father's house He has prepared
a place for me, where there will be no
more good byes, no more tears, nor sorrow.
There will be only JOY,
I shall see His face once more,
the one I adore.
He who took me through every storm,
and now I have been transformed
into His image.

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